Crazed Mother In Law Tries To Kidnap Her Grandchild But Fails Miserably

Some people just don't know when to stop. No matter what people tell them, ask them, or do to them, some people are just so persistent they don't know when to call it quits.

Some People Just Don’t Get It

Some people just don’t know when to stop. No matter what people tell them, ask them, or do to them, some people are just so persistent they don’t know when to call it quits.

Case in point, let’s look at the story of Gen, who had not one, but two run-ins with a friend’s crazy ex-mother-in-law involving her friend’s two children with disastrous results.

The Start Of Trouble

It all started one night when Gen’s friend Leah (the mother of the child in question) called her up and requested that she borrow something. Leah was a mother to two little boys, Tyler (age 6) and Benji (4 months), who had different fathers. As Gen was approaching her friend’s house, Leah called again saying that her former boyfriend’s mother, Martha, was there demanding to see her grandson.

Martha was “acting strange,” Leah reported, which Gen knew meant Martha was wasted because she hadn’t “drawn a sober breath in the past ten years.”

Gen told Leah that she was under no obligation to let the crazy, wasted woman into her home and that she should not be anywhere near the 6-year-old child after she’d previously blown pot smoke in his face to “calm him down.”

With Gen being a few minutes away from the house, she advised Leah to wake up her current boyfriend (not Martha’s son, but the father of baby Benji) just in case things escalated, which they inevitably did.

She Just Wouldn’t Take No For An Answer

Gen was expecting to see a bit of a scene when she arrived, but her expectations paled in comparison to what she actually saw.

“I pulled up outside of my friend’s house, which is a little one-story place with a wraparound porch that has two steps down to the ground level at the front door. I noted the presence of [Martha]’s car and, as the front door was open, that there were raised voices coming from inside,” she said.

As Gen got out of her car, Martha came running out the front door, carrying Leah’s 4-month-old son, Benji, who was not even related to the crazy old bat. Poor little Benji was screaming his head off at being so crassly handled by a strange woman.

“[Martha] was screeching and I could only make out snippets of words, along the lines of how she deserved to have a baby to raise, it’s not fair that [Leah] kept her grandson away from her, nor is it fair that her own daughter’s three kids were taken away by Child Protective Services (due to a combination of the kids being born with significant levels of illegal substances in their blood, disaster-level home living conditions, and reports of physical abuse),” Gen wrote.

But as Martha was running out the front door and yelling about life not being fair, she was obviously more concerned with kidnapping an infant than watching her footing. Gen held her breath as she watched Martha trip on the very first step and start falling.

“She Is Not Most People”

Most people, if they begin to fall while holding a baby, will instinctively put themselves in front of the child and take the brunt of the fall. Well, not this lady.

“She is not most people, or perhaps her reflexes are dulled by whatever pharmacological wonderland composes her bloodstream,” Gen noted. “Because she fell squarely atop the child.”

Silence cut through the night and everything stopped as the infant’s screams went mute. Leah’s boyfriend was in pursuit of the strange woman who’d taken off with his child and as soon as the crazy lady fell to the ground, he hurled her aside and grabbed his child.

The silence was finally broken as the child exploded into screaming. Gen looked down and immediately knew that the baby’s arm was broken, even in the poorly-lit front yard.

Leah, who’d been just behind her boyfriend as they chased Martha, came outside just in time to hear her baby screaming bloody murder. As she ran past where Martha was still lying pathetically on the ground to get to her baby, Martha grabbed her ankle and TRIPPED her. When the boyfriend begins to yell at her, telling her to keep her hands off Leah and accusing her of hurting his baby, Martha simply looked at him and laughed.

“She seriously laughed and said, ‘Well, he can’t be hurt that badly, just listen to how loud he’s screaming,'” Gen recalled. Those were fighting words.

Everyone Got In A Blow

Almost as soon as the words left Martha’s mouth, Leah walked over to the heckling witch, kneeled on her shoulders, and let out a flurry of punches to her face.

“I was disinclined to stop [Leah], because who laughs about an injured child THAT THEY INJURED, IN FRONT OF THE CHILD’S PARENTS? People with a deep-seated desire to be punched in the face, that’s who,” said Gen.

As Leah started to lose steam, her 6-year-old son, Tyler, ran up and continued the attack. With kick after kick to his grandmother’s head, the boy started screaming about how he will never forgive her for hurting his little brother.

Before Martha could be killed in front of her grandson’s house, Gen stepped in and decided it would be best to let the police handle this one.

“You Called The Cops?”

As Gen dialed 911, she looked over to see Martha, now bloodied, yelling at her not quite daughter-in-law about the beatdown she was going to give her. But as she started to get graphic in the describing exactly what she was going to do to her grandson’s mother, she noticed Gen standing right next to her, holding an active cell phone.

Gen: “Oh, keep going, keep making threats against the woman whose baby you’ve just tried to kidnap and injured in the process. 911 dispatch records everything, you know.”

Martha: “YOU CALLED THE COPS?”

Gen: “No, I called Pizza Hut. Of course, I called the cops, you lunatic!”

Martha: “I gotta go…”

Gen: “Hahaha! No.”

After a back and forth with the dispatcher, Gen finally heard that the cops were on their way, but their presence wouldn’t make Martha any more sane.

“The Hills Are Alive With The Sounds Of Sirens”

“And now the hills are alive with the sound of sirens,” Gen recalled. “The first wave is two cop cars and an ambulance. As I am the only person who is not prostrate with grief, rage, pain, and/or stupidity, I wind up being the go-to for the first responders.”

Gen and the cops/paramedics sort out the mess and decide that it would be best to transport the infant to the hospital for further evaluation. The crazy grandmother was also transported to the hospital in a separate ambulance.

While most people who tried to steal a baby and committed assault (both physical and verbal) would at least act like they had an ounce of shame, Martha just didn’t know when to stop. Notice a pattern here?

While being attended to in the emergency room, Martha continued to scream at and pester anyone and everyone around. This went on for some time before a security guard finally stepped in and brought order to the situation.

Once Martha had been dealt with, Gen began to talk with Leah, who, despite everything that had transpired, didn’t know what to do.

Leah: “I don’t know what to do about her!”

Gen: “Restraining Order.”

Leah: “She comes over even when I tell her not to.”

Gen: “Restraining Order.”

Leah: “I just don’t know how to make her listen!”

Gen: “Restraining order. I mean, sorry I didn’t let you kill the witch, but if I let YOU kill her, I’d have to let EVERYBODY kill her, and there’s just not enough of her to go around. She’s the human equivalent of the last M&M in the bag. Restraining order.”

Even though Gen told her multiple times in a single sitting to file an order of protection against Martha, Leah was still hesitant to make things official. About the time Gen finally convinced her friend to get the police involved, a nearby security guard peeked around the corner and said, “Your friend’s right. You need a restraining order.” Martha’s next move proved that both the security guard and Gen were right along.

A Conclusion? Yeah, Right…

In the weeks following the incident, a myriad of charges were brought against Martha. This included everything from assault to attempted kidnapping, a charge that was given some merit when the police searched her car and found evidence that indicated that she’d been planning to take the kid away for a while. With all that evidence, plus text messages that Martha had sent to a friend detailing her plan, she was booked at the city jail and charged with a “laundry list” of offenses.

We COULD say that she was booked, charged, convicted, and sentenced to a lengthy stay in prison, but that wouldn’t be the truth. Sometimes, the truth is stranger than fiction, and this story doesn’t end here. Prepare for part two of this crazy story about a woman who just doesn’t give up… even when she absolutely should have.

Martha Was Down, But Not Out

In the weeks following Martha’s arrest, Leah’s boyfriend and his family set up a de facto security force to monitor the house around the clock to avoid any future incidents with the woman, who had since been bailed out of jail.

As soon as Martha was released from police custody, she started to plan her offensive to get back at her not quite daughter-in-law and take back her not-quite-grandson.

“Via the grapevine, we know that within hours [of her release], she was holding court in her garbage dump of a home with her screeching minions. It took a few days for her to work up her courage, mobilize her forces, and, I assume, undo the good work of whichever luckless soul was assigned to get her detoxed in jail,” Gen said. A sober mind surely wouldn’t have come up with the plan that Martha deployed.

Prepped And Ready For The Invasion

Well, the day finally came and Martha, along with two carloads of her friends and family, started their attack upon Leah’s house. Little did they know but Leah’s boyfriend’s family was there for a weekly barbeque.

“Because this family is better-organized than some military divisions, there were a few people on the front porch serving as lookouts and they spotted the inbound invasion,” Gen wrote. “The kids all took up positions in hiding, armed with their Super Soakers. One of the older uncles, solemnly empowered as the grandmaster of the order, took up the garden hose, which had been fitted with some kind of power-washer nozzle that could probably, at close range, take paint off a pickup truck. He positioned himself near the porch.”

When Martha and her minions pulled up in front of the house, they were met by Leah, who told Martha and her posse to leave as they were violating the order of protection. She didn’t listen.

Martha: “I’m here to see my baaaaaaabies!”

Leah: “Turn around and go away. You are not allowed to be here.”

Martha: “Well, [lists off her minions] can be here and they want to see the baaaaaabies!”

Gen: “Thanks for the roster.”

Leah: “They were not invited here, and they are not welcome here. Please leave.”

A minion from the crowd: “You can’t keep the boy away from us, we’re faaaaaaaaamily!”

Leah: “He is my child and I have primary custody. After what she pulled a couple of weeks ago, I filed for sole custody and it’s in the works. Yes, I CAN keep him away from all of you, and I WILL keep him away from all of you.” Those were strong words coming from Leah, but they did nothing to stop what Martha did next.

They Crossed The Line

As the confrontation went on, Martha and her small army continued to move closer to the property line.

Gen had been recording the whole ordeal on her phone as evidence against Martha for when they would bring the violation of the restraining order to the police.

“I had my phone held up like I was recording because I WAS recording, so I was getting a lot of stink-eye. I think that they’d have moved faster if I hadn’t been standing there openly doing that,” she said.

As Gen continued to film the situation, Martha’s family started to threaten her in an effort to get her to put down the phone, but she held her ground and continued to film as Martha wailed on.

“We’re not done here. We’re not leaving. You’re not keeping me away from my baaabieesssss,” she cried out as she and her goons finally took a step too far and crossed the property line.

As soon as they crossed the line, Leah’s family started their offensive and gave Martha a memory she’ll never forget.

An Ending She’ll Never Forget

Leah’s boyfriend put one arm around his girlfriend and the other around Gen as he had them move out of the way from what was about to happen. Just as he got both of them clear of the danger zone, he yelled to his family, “Take out the trash, will you?”

What followed was a torrent of water hitting Martha and her band of shrieking witches as every member of the family shot water hoses, super soakers, buckets of water, and anything else they could get their hands on.

“Over the whoops of the kids and the screams of fury and the outburst of laughter, I said, ‘If you don’t like the fact that I’m the witch who called the cops on you, I can be the witch who’s calling the cops on all of you instead.'”

Gen, Leah, Leah’s boyfriend, and his family all laughed and waved goodbye as “eight sputtering, dripping, shrieking, enraged idiots rushed back to their illegally-parked rusty cars and fled.” With support like that, it’ll be much, much easier for Leah to keep that crazy woman away from her family.